Tsk Tsk

Who is going to feed you if the snow 

plough doesn't come

free your mind from up the drive?

Who is going to water you if the rain 

doesn't come

fizz out the fires crowded on a hillside,

unstick your tongue from your spit evaporated?

There is trouble in the city,

once you've seen beyond and

the ticker rolls round

repeats what's important,

a banner year for comfort

it is the comfort to protect.

Well I never, and never should you,

tsk tsk, tongue taps teeth,

taps teleprinter,

should you though

claim incredulity,

we are better than this

raise your silence, whisper,

harsh huh 

I felt the breath as blush,

an exhale

as train on track 5 miles from here,

never have I ever____

never filling in the blanks.